I just went into the hospital today and got my Gall Badder removed, so while I won't provide TMGI (too much gross information) there were a couple of interesting points about the experience.
1) They kept double checking my name against the name tag on my wrist, making me think I was bar coded at the supermarket. I wasn't offended because they must have had to have had something horrible happen at one time to go through this no less then four times.
2) They signed me up for a pain medication study, and the research assistant causually mentioned twice that I was receiving the placibo, oops!
3) There were five people in the operating room, including a very nice fillipino nurse who held my hand as I went under. There are a lot of foreign nurses working in the USA because of the nursing shortage (another who worked on me was polish) and as I went under I was trying to figure out what Island she came from, having exhausted my knowledge with my first guess of Luzon.
4) After the surgery the physician's assistant asked me how I felt and I said it was like being punched in the solar plexis multiple times,in different locations, he then asked how I would know that....
5) The doctor came in after the surgery with pictures of my dearly departed gall blatter still in place, they can take pictures through the laproscopic device they used on me. (Cartoon analogy: think of it as being like one of Doc Oc's mechanical arms in Spiderman) On one hand I was impressed, and on the other hand grossed out. I now want to get it color copied so I can take it to my internist but its not exactly the thing you wander into Kinko's and ask them to do unannounced.
My mom the nurse asked me if I wanted to see the video tape of the operation and even I said 'I don't wanta know'. On the other hand maybe its like a Jerry Peterson Scars video claim. maybe if I take the video home an watch it a couple times and practice with my friends I can perform surgery as well as that guy who worked on me who does 20 of those procedures a month, just a thought...
6) Somehow the copy of my physical was lost enroute to Hartford hospital from Yale-New Haven, pissing my surgeon off royally. He went through with the operation anyway because I was, under forty, thin, had no heart trouble, had no lung problems, and had a bunch of other things that made me a good risk for being placed under general anathesia. They will tell people who are not in good shape to actually lose weight and 'train' for their operation.
7) After I did my living will and was going under Phrost showed up wearing a dark undertaker's suit and told me to sign this document to leave something 'behind' for bullshido. He wouldn't show it to me, that bastard! Anyway I get back to my parent's house and I discover my Buick is gone. Hey Phrost, I know its only a Buick but could you at least give me back my legal case files in the trunk?
Edited by - on August 28 2003 04:41:39
1) They kept double checking my name against the name tag on my wrist, making me think I was bar coded at the supermarket. I wasn't offended because they must have had to have had something horrible happen at one time to go through this no less then four times.
2) They signed me up for a pain medication study, and the research assistant causually mentioned twice that I was receiving the placibo, oops!
3) There were five people in the operating room, including a very nice fillipino nurse who held my hand as I went under. There are a lot of foreign nurses working in the USA because of the nursing shortage (another who worked on me was polish) and as I went under I was trying to figure out what Island she came from, having exhausted my knowledge with my first guess of Luzon.
4) After the surgery the physician's assistant asked me how I felt and I said it was like being punched in the solar plexis multiple times,in different locations, he then asked how I would know that....
5) The doctor came in after the surgery with pictures of my dearly departed gall blatter still in place, they can take pictures through the laproscopic device they used on me. (Cartoon analogy: think of it as being like one of Doc Oc's mechanical arms in Spiderman) On one hand I was impressed, and on the other hand grossed out. I now want to get it color copied so I can take it to my internist but its not exactly the thing you wander into Kinko's and ask them to do unannounced.
My mom the nurse asked me if I wanted to see the video tape of the operation and even I said 'I don't wanta know'. On the other hand maybe its like a Jerry Peterson Scars video claim. maybe if I take the video home an watch it a couple times and practice with my friends I can perform surgery as well as that guy who worked on me who does 20 of those procedures a month, just a thought...
6) Somehow the copy of my physical was lost enroute to Hartford hospital from Yale-New Haven, pissing my surgeon off royally. He went through with the operation anyway because I was, under forty, thin, had no heart trouble, had no lung problems, and had a bunch of other things that made me a good risk for being placed under general anathesia. They will tell people who are not in good shape to actually lose weight and 'train' for their operation.
7) After I did my living will and was going under Phrost showed up wearing a dark undertaker's suit and told me to sign this document to leave something 'behind' for bullshido. He wouldn't show it to me, that bastard! Anyway I get back to my parent's house and I discover my Buick is gone. Hey Phrost, I know its only a Buick but could you at least give me back my legal case files in the trunk?
Edited by - on August 28 2003 04:41:39
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